Read the excerpt from "digging." under my window, a clean rasping sound when the spade sinks into gravelly ground: my father, digging. i look down read the haiku by bashō. clear water— a tiny crab crawling up my leg. which statement best describes the similarities between the excerpt from "digging" and the haiku?

a. both use alliteration to connect ideas and create interesting sounds.
b. both are disjointed by the sound devices used by the poets.
c. both explore the topic of farming.
d. both shift from the present time to the past.

Which statement explains the relationship between literary devices and theme? literary devices are theme. literary devices distract from the theme. literary devices replace a theme. literary devices emphasize theme.

3. williams's poem and brueghel's painting share the same subject. in your opinion, which creates a more powerful emotional response in the reader or viewer? provide at least two pieces of evidence to support your argument, establishing reasons for your claims. explain why you have chosen the poem or the painting, and why the other is less powerful. use specific details from the poem and the painting to support your arguments. (15 points)

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.